a/n: This is my personal take on the characters. If it's not your vibe, that's cool, no need to hate. XOXO
Itachi: MIRROR SEX
Itachi would love making you watch what he does to you. First time, you would be so shy.
He talked into your ear, undressing you, slow and deliberate, until you remained stark naked, while he was still dressed. Then started stroking your clit leisurely, until you shook uncontrollably.
He bent you over, hands on the glass, as he unbuttoned his pants, sliding in unhurried but deep. His eyes never left yours in the reflection. Dark. Hungry. Completely in control.
“You feel so good, my love. Look at that face. You like it, don’t you, baby? Yes, you do.”
Yahiko/Tendo Pain: FACE FUCKING
Oh, this guy loves eating pussy, and when I say this, I mean it.
He loves his face drenched in you, your hips moving in circles while he switches between his nose and tongue to flick your bud, the cold metal of his piercings dragging against you each time. He even gets hysterical, heart pounding and all, if you squirt on his face. He loves being suffocated by your pussy. He doesn't care if he can't breathe. He doesn't want to
“Yes baby. That’s it. Fuck, don’t you dare stoppping. Let go for me.”
Nagato: BODY WORSHIP
He loves you. Your personality, your smile, your eyes, your cute face, and your body. That’s why he would take his time every time - kissing every inch of you, complimenting even your scars and marks. He sees them as unique parts of you.
“You are so beautiful baby. Look at this tummy. These hips. You are so beautiful. I love you so much.”
Sasori: Somnophilia
He's the type to wake in the middle of the night and crave that sweet pussy. Once you agree to it, he's the happiest man alive, starting by planning it in silence. He doesn't rush. He never rushes.
That night, you feel his tongue first. Slow. Flat. Dragging through your folds like he has all night. "Tastes so fucking good, princess."
His voice is low, rough, barely a whisper. "C'mon. Wake up."
You stir. His mouth doesn't stop. "That's it. Good girl, baby."
Deidara: MUTUAL MASTURBATION
He would definitely get off just by watching you, sitting on a futon across from the bed.
You, toying your clit with three fingers, whispering his name all the while, he, stroking his length, in the same rhythm you do, the tongue in his palm following the thick veins that scream with want.
Your breaths syncing. Your moans echoing each other.
“Spread your legs wide. Yeah, exactly like that. Fuck, you’re soaked princess. All that for me, hm?”
Hidan: EDGING
Hidan is completely merciless, liking to be in control of your body. It doesn’t matter how much you beg, how tears stream down your cheeks, drenching your desperate face.
No. He would play with you as much as he wants, giving you hope, feeling the orgasm near and nearer, and then he would stop, slapping your cunt slightly. And he’d laugh, that unhinged, gleeful laugh.
He would do this until he thinks that you deserve to cum, but it would be worth all the desperation in the end.
“What was that? You can't wait anymore? Ohhh, but you can. Yes, you can. Say it. 'Yes, I can.' Louder. 'YES, I CAN.' There's my good little girl.”
Suigetsu: ROLEPLAYING
I feel like Suigetsu would be the type of submissive catboy boyfriend, but he wouldn't hesitate to take the lead if you wanted him to. He does pretty much whatever you want.
Ears on. Tail on. Whining when you tug his leash. He'll hate how much he likes it.
And when he is in charge? He's not mean. He's earnest. "Tell me if it's too much. Wait — was that hot? Did that sound hot? I'm trying."
He'll be anyone. Anything. Just tell him the script.
Madara: BREATH PLAYING
The moment you agree to his request, because you are down bad for this too, it wouldn’t be a time when this won’t happen.
Fucking you into the mattress, Madara would switch from cutting the air from your lungs, or letting you exhale small amounts of it, a crude smile on his face. His palm pressed flat against your throat. Thumb and fingers curled around the sides. Not squeezing yet, just resting there. A promise.
“Breathe for me. That's it. Now hold it. Good girl.”
The same goes while you ride him, or as you take it from behind.
The reaction of your body would make your pussy squeeze him so hard, that he would not be able to thrust all the way inside you. Your nails would dig into his shoulders. Your mouth would fall open, searching for air that isn't there. And he'd watch, hungry, drinking in every desperate sound.
The big droplets continued to fall from the darkened sky, hammering against the pavement, against your shoulders, against the door you kept pounding. You knocked again, harder this time, your fist aching from the cold. The rain had soaked through everything — your jacket, your shirt, your skin. You were shivering so badly your teeth chattered, but you wouldn't leave. Not until he answered.
You hated this. Hated the way Sasuke's hollow, emotionless face kept flickering behind your eyes. You were doing this for him. It mattered. You couldn't back down now.
When the door finally swung open, your breath caught in your lungs.
Water dripped from your hair, sliding down your neck, pooling at your collarbones. You probably looked pathetic — drenched, trembling, wide-eyed. You didn't care.
Itachi stood in the doorway, shirtless, his dark hair slightly damp, like he'd just stepped out of the shower. His eyes moved over you slowly — taking in the way your wet shirt clung to your skin, the way you hugged yourself against the cold, the way your lips were blue from shivering. You avoided looking anywhere else but his face. Avoided looking at his bare chest, his athletic arms, the way his sweats hung low on his hips. Definitely avoided that.
And now what? Why were the words that had been building on your tongue refusing to spill out? You could only glare at him, jaw tight, fists clenched at your sides. And to that, the corner of his mouth lifted a little — almost imperceptibly. Like he knew exactly what you were feeling.
His eyes dropped, just for a second, to where your wet shirt clung to your skin. Then back to your face. Like he'd seen everything he needed to see.
He remained in the middle of the door.
"My, my. Look who's here."
That voice. That fucking voice that made your knees weak for reasons you refused to understand. You despised the way he made you feel.
"Don't 'my my' me," you said between your teeth. "What did you say to him? What was it this time, Itachi?"
"To who?" The mocking in his voice wasn't hard to miss.
"You know who I'm talking about. Why are you like this, damn it?"
"He's such a crybaby." He sighed, already fed up with the whole conversation. "He ran to his girlfriend's arms to tell her everything, didn't he?"
His body shifted, leaning his arms on the door frame, the muscles in his shoulders and chest flexing at the movement. You forced your eyes back to his face.
"I came here just to say one thing, Itachi. Leave him alone."
"And why would I do that, sweetheart?" His voice dropped lower. "Give me a reason."
Hearing his tone — the way he wouldn't back down this easily — weakened your resolve. But you couldn't let your boyfriend down, could you? Even if he was how he was. His cold behavior. The way he only sought you out at night, like you were convenient. The days when you didn't hear from him at all.
"How about you come inside." Itachi stepped aside, gesturing with his head. "Your clothes are drenched. You'll catch pneumonia."
He stepped outside — just enough to take your arm and guide you into the warmth of his house. And only then did you realize how badly you were shaking. The warmth hit you like a wave — the heat of the fireplace, the soft glow of lamps, the scent of cedar and rain. You were freezing to the bone.
You were so confused about this guy. Were you missing something?
He led you into what seemed to be the living room. Then he turned to face you.
"Want some tea?"
You shook your head, hugging yourself, trying to regain some composure. Why was he so kind to you but so cruel to his brother? Why did he look at you like you were precious — but talk about Sasuke like he was nothing?
"Please," you started, your voice quieter than you intended. "Maybe I don't understand the situation between you two. But please — could you leave him alone? It consumes him."
"Why do you care so much, Y/n?" His voice was softer now. "Do you think he would do the same, if the roles were changed?"
"He's my boyfriend."
"He's your boyfriend?" He let out a low, humorless laugh. "That's pathetic. He doesn't even care that much about you. When was the last time he took you on a date? When was the last time he said he loved you?"
"That's not your business," you said, too fast. Too fast — he almost saw through your cracks. The sadness in your soul.
"Don't hide it, sweetheart." He stepped closer. "I already know everything. He's so caught up in himself that you don't matter at all. You're here just as a distraction. When was the last time he actually—"
"Don't you dare." Your voice cracked. "You know nothing about us. So don't pretend as if you do. Okay, smartass?"
He was so surprised by your outburst that it was hard for him to contain his smile. That infuriated you even more.
"You know what? Be as cruel as you want to be — but not with Sasuke, okay? Leave him alone."
You moved to leave.
But his arm caught your wrist. His bare chest met your back. You shivered — unconsciously — at the sudden warmth of him against your cold skin. His other hand locked on your waist. Your heart was restless. Something warm and dangerous settled in your belly. This had to be your imagination, right?
"He doesn't deserve you."
His lips brushed softly against your ear. And the way he said it — so close, so intimate — made your knees buckle.
Why did you feel like this? This whole interaction had been confusing since you arrived. But now you couldn't understand anything. You wanted so badly to press your body into his. You wanted him to touch you. These feelings amplified when his nose breathed in your scent — slow, deliberate, like he was memorizing you.
"If you don't want this, you can go now. Forget this ever happened." His voice was low, steady. "But if you do — turn around. That's the last thing you have to do here."
Inside you, a carousel of emotions was making you dizzy. Why did the second choice seem so tempting? Oh fuck.
Would you regret this? Probably.
Was he right about Sasuke? Again, probably.
The thought sat heavy in your chest, cold and familiar. Sasuke's face flashed behind your eyes — the way he'd looked through you last week, like you were part of the furniture. The way he'd said your name like it was an inconvenience. The way he'd rolled over in bed, turning his back to you, without a single word.
You'd convinced yourself it was normal. That he was just stressed. That he'd come around.
But Itachi's words had cracked something open. He doesn't even care that much about you. You're here just as a distraction.
And the worst part?
You knew it was true.
You wanted this?
The question echoed in your skull, bouncing off the walls of your own doubt. Did you want him? Or did you just want to be wanted? To be seen? To feel like you mattered to someone — even for one night?
You wanted this?
Your feet moved before your brain could catch up. You stepped forward — just one step — and his hands fell to his sides. He wouldn't push you. If that's what you chose, exactly as he said.
The air between you was thick, charged. You could feel the heat radiating off his bare chest, could hear the soft rhythm of his breathing. He wasn't moving. Wasn't reaching for you. Just... waiting.
Waiting for you to decide.
Your heart was pounding so loudly you were sure he could hear it. Your palms were clammy. Your throat was dry. Every rational thought in your head was screaming at you to leave — to walk out that door, go home, and pretend this never happened.
But your body wouldn't listen.
Because the truth was, you were tired. Tired of feeling invisible. Tired of begging for scraps of affection from someone who couldn't even look at you. Tired of being the only one who fought for a relationship that was already dead.
And Itachi — this Itachi, the one standing in front of you with his dark eyes and patient silence — he made you feel seen.
You wanted to hate him for that.
But you couldn't.
So you turned around.
Slowly.
Your eyes met his. He didn't smile. Didn't gloat. Just watched you with that steady, knowing gaze, like he'd already known what you'd choose before you did.
Your ears were seething. Your eyes darted to the couch behind him, then back to his face. You wanted to run — the guilt spreading through your mind like poison, curling around your ribs, squeezing your chest.
But when he lifted his palms to your cheeks — warm and calloused and there — you forgot everything.
Even the reason why you were here.
"Forget about him," he whispered. His voice was so reassuring that your body went slack, letting your whole weight press into him. "You're so gorgeous."
You don't know who moved first. But then your lips crushed together — desperate, hungry, like you'd both been starving. You let out a little sigh against his mouth, your wet shirt pressing even more firmly against his hot skin. Your arms locked around his neck. The proximity made his palms lower to your hips, his fingers gripping your ass.
"Fuck." His lips left yours, only to nip and lick at your neck. "You drive me insane, sweetheart."
The moans spilled out of you effortlessly, your hands pulling at his long strands, tugging him closer.
You should stop this. You knew you should stop this.
But when his mouth found that spot just below your ear — the one that made your mind go blank — your thoughts scattered like leaves in a storm.
"Tell me you want this." His voice was breathless, rough. "Tell me you want me."
"I—"
"Don't think." He kissed down your throat. "Just feel."
His hands found the hem of your soaked jacket, fingers brushing against your cold skin. He pushed it off your shoulders slowly, letting the wet fabric slide down your arms. It landed on the floor with a soft, heavy thud.
Cold air hit your bare arms, your collarbones, the damp skin of your neck. You shivered — but not from the cold.
You should have felt exposed. Vulnerable.
Instead, you felt seen.
His eyes raked over you — taking in the way your thin shirt clung to your skin, the way your chest rose and fell with each shallow breath, the way you were looking at him like he was the only thing in the room.
"You're shaking," he murmured.
"I'm cold," you lied.
His lips curved into that infuriating smirk. "No, you're not."
He was right. You weren't cold. You were burning.
His hands found your waist, guiding you backward until your knees hit the edge of the couch. You sank onto it, pulling him with you. He followed willingly — too willingly, like he'd been waiting for this invitation forever.
His weight settled over you, one knee between your thighs, his chest pressed against yours. The heat of him was overwhelming. Intoxicating.
His lips found yours again — slower this time, deeper. Like he was tasting you. Learning you.
You felt his hand slide down your stomach, fingers hooking into the waistband of your jeans.
"Can I?" He whispered over your lips, toying with the button. His heavy-lidded eyes made you nod instantly. "I need your words."
"Yes."
He expertly took them off, and at the image of your pink lace panties, he let out a shaky breath. He returned to your lips, kissing you deeper. Your thighs came around his hips, grinding your front against the hard length visible through his sweats.
His breath hitched. His forehead dropped to yours, eyes fluttering closed.
"Fuck," he breathed. "You're going to kill me."
You did it again — slower this time, more deliberate. A quiet, desperate sound escaped his throat.
His hand slid down your stomach, fingers tracing the edge of your lace panties. He didn't push inside. Just felt. The heat of you through the thin fabric. The way your hips twitched toward his hand.
"So wet for me already," he murmured, almost to himself. "And I haven't even touched you yet."
"Then touch me," you whispered.
His eyes met yours — dark, burning, full of something you couldn't name.
"Say my name."
"What?"
"Say it." His thumb pressed gently against your clit through the lace, and you gasped. "I want to hear you say it when I make you fall apart."
"Itachi—"
"Again."
"Itachi." Your voice broke on the second syllable.
His mouth claimed yours, swallowing whatever else you might have said. His fingers hooked into the waistband of your panties, pulling them down your legs. You lifted your hips to help him — eager, desperate, completely gone. Then your shirt followed. Then your bra.
He tossed them aside, his eyes raking over you. Bare. Open. His.
He kissed down your body — your jaw, your throat, the hollow between your collarbones. His lips brushed over the tops of your breasts, then lower, taking each nipple into his mouth, licking, sucking, making you arch into him. Then he continued down — over your stomach, making you shiver.
And then his breath was between your thighs.
You forgot how to think.
His eyes looked up at you, taking in your agonized expression. Then he lowered his head, licking a long stripe from your entrance to your clit. He groaned — the sound vibrating directly through you. Your head was mush. Your eyes squeezed shut.
"Look at me, Y/n," he whispered, flicking your bud lightly. "Or I stop."
You forced your eyes open, a small moan escaping you. Once your eyes locked together, he closed his mouth over you, sucking delicately. You didn't know when was the last time you'd been worshiped like this.
Your fingers tangled in his hair, pulling at the raven strands, while your legs opened wider.
"It feels so good. Fuck." You cried out as his tongue circled over the sensitive spot.
He moved slow. Too slow. Teasing and torturing you. Like he had all the time in the world with you. Like you were the only thing he cared about.
"Itachi — please —"
"Please what?" His voice vibrated against your sensitive skin.
"Please — don't stop —"
He didn't.
His tongue worked you relentlessly — slow, deliberate, consuming. Every flick, every circle, every time he sucked gently at your clit sent shockwaves through you. Your hips bucked against his mouth, but his hands pressed you down, holding you exactly where he wanted you.
"You're so responsive," he murmured against your slick skin. "I love it."
He dipped his tongue inside you, and you cried out, fingers tightening in his hair.
"Itachi — I'm close —"
"Not yet."
He pulled away just enough to make you whimper, then pressed two fingers inside you, curling them perfectly. A lewd moan escaped your throat. His mouth returned to your clit, and you were gone — completely, utterly gone.
You could only let the sounds escape you. Your body was his to ruin. Your eyes rolled back. You could feel how close you were.
His movements grew faster, his fingers pumping you, and then your vision turned white. The orgasm crashed over you. Your hips jerked, grinding harder against his tongue. And he didn't stop.
"That's it. Fuck my face, sweetheart."
He drank every last drop until you were shaking, gasping, begging him to stop.
Only then did he lift his head — lips glistening, eyes dark with hunger.
He crawled up your body slowly, deliberately, pressing soft kisses along your stomach, your ribs, the valley between your breasts. His weight settled over you, his forehead resting against yours.
"You have no idea," he murmured, voice rough and low, "how long I've wanted to taste you."
You couldn't speak. Could barely breathe. Your hands found his shoulders, fingers digging into his skin.
He smiled — that slow, devastating smile — and kissed you.
You tasted yourself on his lips.
Then you pushed him, his back pressing into the couch, and your thighs straddled him. You could feel him — hard, aching, straining against his sweats. You kissed his neck, brushing your fingers over his abs.
"Please," you whispered in his ear. "I need you inside me."
His forehead pressed against yours. "Are you sure?"
"Yes. Please —"
He kissed you, deep and consuming, swallowing your words. You lifted slightly as his hands fumbled with the waistband of his sweats, pushing them down just enough.
Then he was there — the head of him pressing against your entrance, teasing, waiting. You ground slowly over his length, feeling every thick vein. He was big. You couldn't take your eyes off the flushed, angry tip.
"Look at me," he whispered.
You forced your eyes up.
"I want to see your face while you take me."
He lifted your hips with one hand, and with the other he guided himself and lowered you slowly — inch by agonizing inch — and you both gasped at the feeling. He was thick. Stretching. Perfect.
"Fuck —" His voice broke, forehead dropping to yours. "Ride me. Please."
You pulled out almost all the way, then sunk back in — deep and slow. Your back arched, your hips moving in circles. All you could think about was the way his cock was filling you so sweetly. Then his mouth was on your breast.
"Look at you," he murmured above one of your nipples. "Riding me so good. So fucking good."
His hands gripped your hips, guiding your movements, but he let you set the pace. Let you take what you needed. His mouth moved from one breast to the other, tongue circling, teeth grazing, making you shiver.
"You feel so perfect," he breathed against your skin. "Like you were made for this. Made for me."
You moaned in response, hips moving faster, chasing something you couldn't name. His hands slid up your back, pulling you closer, pressing your chest against his.
"I want to see you fall apart," he whispered. "I want to watch you come on my cock."
His words sent a shockwave through you. Your rhythm faltered, and he took over — thrusting up into you, deep and relentless, hitting that spot that made your vision blur.
"Come for me," he commanded softly. "Let go. I've got you."
He thrust a bit more, and your pussy squeezed so good — milking him. You cried out his name, nails digging into his shoulders, your body shuddering around him.
"Please — let me cum inside you. Please, sweetheart. I need to feel you —"
His voice broke on the last word, and you felt him twitch inside you, barely holding back.
"Do it," you breathed. "Please."
He didn't need to be told twice. His hips snapped up into you — once, twice — and then he was spilling inside you, hot and deep, groaning your name like it was the only word he knew.
You felt every pulse of him, your body still trembling from your own release. His arms wrapped around you, pulling you down against his chest, holding you like you might disappear.
For a long moment, neither of you moved. Just breathing. Just feeling.
Then he pressed a kiss to your temple, soft and tender.
"You're incredible," he murmured. "Do you know that?"
You didn't answer. Couldn't. Your face was buried in his neck, your heart still pounding.
His hand traced lazy circles on your back.
"I meant what I said," he whispered. "Stay."
You should have said no.
Instead, you pressed closer.
Morning came with grey light and steady rain.
You slipped out of his arms. Found your clothes. Dressed in silence.
He didn't stop you.
But as your hand touched the doorknob, his voice cut through the quiet.
"You'll come back."
You froze.
"You don't know that," you whispered.
"Don't I?"
You turned — just enough to catch his reflection in the window. He was sitting up now, sheet pooled around his waist, watching you with dark, knowing eyes.
"You'll come back," he repeated, "because he'll never give you what I can."
The words hung in the air. Heavy. True.
You opened the door and walked out into the cold morning.
And as the door clicked shut behind you, you knew — knew — that you'd be back.
synopsis: you're newly promoted anbu and are assigned to your first assignment involving a seduction mission. your seniors and more experienced anbu coworkers Itachi Uchiha and Kakashi Hatake show you the ropes in how to succeed in seduction.
Pairing: Itachi x Fem! Reader x Kakashi (pretty self-explanatory I’d hope)
Warning: This contains mature content that should only be read by 18+ readers; minors DNI. Relevant tags; threesome, oral, and penetrative sex. I don’t write smut often so this is lowkey shit but I had a vision and saw it through (the vision is threesome with Itachi and Kakashi). Read at your own risk. By clicking 'read more', you are consenting to read this at your discretion. Also, this isn’t proof read (ain’t nobody got time for that with the work week starting soon); no beta - we die like men! Happy smuting ;]
Blind-folded and dressed in lilac lacy lingerie, you were led into a dark room, before you were gently guided onto a soft mattress. Then, you felt the ghostly touch of fingers beginning to stroke over your skin, not fully caressing yet, but more of a feathery touch meant to entice goosebumps on your skin. The small hair follicles along your arms, shoulder-blades, clavicle, and stomach rose in anticipation.
"The art of seduction begins with a tease. You need to lure the person in with charm and build it up slowly - make them yearn." Itachi whispered tenderly in your ear, his voice deep and husky. A gasp escaped your lips as he brushed his lips softly against the side of your neck, and then kissed the back of your ear, with his teeth against your skin in a playful bite.
"But you need to also always keep your mission in mind. Never lose yourself to the pleasure. Your opponent must, so you can use that vulnerable time to pry information out of them," Kakashi chided. Then, he gently bit the skin on your neck - right below your chin, before he started to switch between sucking and kissing your skin. You tried to heed his advise and not feel overwhelmed with all the pleasure they inflicted on you, especially when it was just starting. You succeeded momentarily, but your focus broke when Itachi's fingers brushed through your hair, until his hand was at the back of your head. He gripped your hair tightly, before pulling your head back with some force and then, kissing your lips.
At first, his soft and warm lips brushed against yours softly - he was slow to start, caution, and awaiting reciprocation from you. You started to act with haste, and taking charge, set the pace for faster, mouth-open, and sloppier kisses. Itachi easily followed your pace, a groan of pleasure igniting as a hum from his throat, as you sucked on his lips between the open-mouth kisses. Simultaneously, his hand drifted down to your chest. Easily, he slipped his hand underneath the lacey bra, and started to massage one of your breasts. Your back arched in pleasure.
Observing your entire focus to be on Itachi, Kakashi clicked his tongue in annoyance. "I can't let my junior out perform me." Then, he trailed gentle pecks down your body - from your neck and until your chest, before he got to your breast that wasn't receving any attention from Itachi, and slipped your nipple in his mouth. His tongue swirled around it as he sucked on it, and his hand settled on your thigh, starting to rub it up and down.
Subconciously, your hips attempted to rise from your laid position and into a sitting one, due to the overiding stimulation, especially when Kakashi brushed his gloved fingers over your barely clothed cunt, before inserting one in.
Itachi kept a strong grip on you, refusing to let you wiggle around too much, and take all that they gave you. He pulled away from kissing you, a string of salivia connecting your lips. Tenderly, he swept your hair away from your forehead, before speaking. "You can't get overwhelmed so easily. We haven't even started yet." As if to highlight his point, Kakashi added another finger in you. He thrusted his long and thick fingers in and out of you at a excruciating slow pace, moving them in circles in between. Simultaneously, his thumb arched upwards between your inner lips, and easily locating your clit, he stroked it in circular motions with his thumb. You felt pleasure beginning to build up in the pit of your stomach, and the perception travelled through your nerves and into your back. The feeling intensified as Kakashi went down on you, and removing his thumb, started to lick your clit and finger you at the same time. Simultaneously, Itachi traced kisses in the space between your neck and shoulder, just above your clavicle, sucking and biting on spots that made your more breathless, and massaged your breasts.
The feelings of pleasure were overwhelming, your toes curled, and thighs started to shake around Kakashi's head as you felt your self approaching a climax. Instinctively, you adjusted your legs so they sat more comfortably over Kakashi's shoulders, before gripping his head between your thighs. A loud moan left your lips as you felt a break in the sensation, and milky liquid squirted out out of you, and onto Kakashi's chin. Legs feeling like jello, your grip around his head loosened. Kakashi sat up from his position, and swiped his tongue over his lower lip to lick off your climax. He brought his fingers up to your lips and stated a simple demand.
"Clean up my fingers."
Though blind-folded, you obidently opened your mouth and stuck your tongue out, and the white-haired male guided to lick your own ejaculation off.
"I think she's ready for us Kakashi-san. I'll fuck her first." Itachi said.
Momentarily, both male anbu were caught in a stare, as if this was not something they agreed to. And despite Kakashi being older, Itachi was stronger and thus higher in rank, so he set the pace, and Kakashi could only abide. The white-haired male narrowed his eyes, before moving from your lower half the body. Itachi and Kakashi swapped places; the Uchiha heir discarded his plants and underwear, and lined himself up to your entrance.
"Your real training starts now. We need to build your endurance," Itachi stated, before he entered you. First, it was his tip - thick girth and pushing against your inner walls. Your muscles clenched at the invasion, and in comfort, Kakashi gently stroked your hair. It felt more invasive the more Itachi pushed himself inside you. He waited for a few moments until your muscles relaxed and your hitched-up breathing slowed to baseline. Once he observed that you were more accustomed to his size, he started to move - thrusting in and out you at a steady but strong pace. He was fulfilling, and the pace made your toes curl, a moan leaving your lips.
Erected at the obscene scene before him and from the filthy noises leaving your mouth, when you needed to exercise discretion on potential missions, Kakashi went for his own pleasure.
Tenderly, he brushed his thumb against your lower lip before guiding it to open wider with his fingers, he lined up his own dick in front of your mouth. “Your mouth needs to be quieter, darling. Why don’t you be a good girl and suck me off?”
Immediately, you stuck your tongue out of your mouth, and although you weren’t able to see due to the blindfold, following Kakashi’s scent with your trained ninja senses, you easily found his member, and licked the tip. Your hand travelled to Kakashi’s dick and you rubbed it experimentally while licking his tip a few more times, before you took what you could of him in your mouth, and then stroked the rest of it. As you started to suck him off, swirling your tongue, with Kakashi gripping your hair and guiding you along his length for support, Itachi’s pacing in fucking you became harsher. He thrusted with more force, maintaining same steady rhythm, but now going in deeper. Holding himself up with one arm easily, he started to rub your clit with his fingers with the other hand, increasing the stimulation more.
Sounds of balls slapping against your skin, loud grunts and whimpers from both men alongside wet and slick noises of sex filled the room. You felt yourself rising again, pleasure building up in your body, muscles clenching and legs starting to shake. It didn’t long before the you reached the cliff and fell; your climax releasing in squirts of ejaculation. Moments later, Kakashi and Itachi reached their own climax, loud groans leaving their lips, as they pulled out of you just before they could cum; Itachi finished on your stomach, and Kakashi aimed for your breasts.
Built up of sweat and smell of bodily fluids invaded your senses. Your breathing was heavy, your chest rising and falling deeply from all the pleasure you had just endured. Believing that your training was completed, you went to remove your blindfold; however, Itachi’s hands grabbed yours before you could, and gripped it tightly. Unbeknownst to you, he was glaring down at you harshly, his sharingan blazing red.
“What do you think you’re doing?!” He hissed.
Your eyebrows furrowed in confused. “I, uh, we’re done, so I thought it was okay to take off my blindfold?”
Kakashi hummed in response, as he stroked his fingers through your hair once more. “Oh no sweetie, we aren’t done. It’s endurance training, remember? I still need to have my turn. We have the entire night to go - we’ll let you know when we’re done. But now, I hope you’re ready for another round.”
Summary: A night of studying turns steamier as pre-med student Neji deals with his competitive feelings towards his roommate, pianist prodigy Itachi, as well as his growing obsession with you, Itachi's girlfriend.
Status: Complete
Excerpt:
Neji Hyūga hates his roommate.
Itachi Uchiha. The effortlessly prodigious pianist who walked away from his role as heir to his family’s massive business and fortune and casually gave away that legacy to his younger brother as if it were a hairpin.
Itachi Uchiha. The guy who never seems to pick up a textbook for longer than an hour, who never takes extensive notes, or even remembers to bring his backpack to class half the time as he’s rushing off at the last minute. The guy who always looks mysterious and aloof, but somehow still gravitates people to him without even having to try half as hard as Neji himself has to.
Itachi Uchiha. The guy who managed to snag a smart, kind, and gorgeous girl like you his freshman year.
When Itachi was first assigned to him as a roommate, Neji had been relieved. They have a lot of similarities on paper. They are both highly intelligent, focused, and disciplined. They both value a quiet, calm living space. They are both eldest sons from prominent families. Neji had even seen him around growing up as their parents move in similar circles and vacation in the same places.
But, of course, the actual reality of living with someone is a completely different story. Neji is polished and pristine with everything down to his socks perfectly pressed and orderly. His side of the dorm room is spotless, not a pen out of place, not a pair of pants left unfolded. Itachi, on the other hand, while not a pig per se, has clean clothes strewn about his side of the room that never seem to find their way into an actual drawer or hanger where they belong. He has books, pens, half-scribbled notebooks, and music sheets everywhere on his desk, bedside table, on his 88-key digital piano, and the floor.
Even the way they look is the same yet different. Neji’s long dark locks are even, pin-straight, and neatly tied, while Itachi’s are layered and untamed, thrown haphazardly into a ponytail when he’s not reflexively pushing it out of his face. Neji’s gaze is intense, but offset by calm, light-colored eyes while Itachi’s holds that same heat, but with bolder, darker pupils. While Neji’s pale skin is smooth and poreless, Itachi’s is a tad ruddier, his face a touch more mature-looking due to his inherited stress lines.
But for the most part, they share mostly the same physical qualities. They are the exact same in hair color, height, weight, and — based on Neji’s personal observation — the same size down there.
However, Neji knows he is better than Itachi. Neji is a pre-med major with a flawless GPA, president of several top clubs, part of a fraternity that breeds the most successful men, from doctors, to CEOs, to politicians, and he has perfect articulation and refined social skills and grace.
You're walking home through one of Konoha's quieter streets. The sun is setting fast, and it's getting darker by the moment. But you find it peaceful, and decide to enjoy the scene of purple clouds and the last golden streaks of the sun peeking through the foliage of trees. Then, a crow's caw echoes overhead. Before you even have time to look up, a flash of black dives straight past your face.
"Agh—!" you hear.
It goes straight to a man behind you. He curses loudly as the bird pecks mercilessly at his head, not giving him a chance to retaliate, not even for a moment. He swats wildly at it, but the crow is relentless, aiming for another attack. You watch, flabbergasted.
"Huh…?" is all you manage.
You hadn't even noticed that there was a man following you. Judging by the kunai that falls on the ground as he stumbles backwards, you begin to realize that he was tailing you for something… less than honorable. After one final caw, the crow chases him down the street and he disappears from your sight.
The bird lands atop a nearby fence. You get a bit closer, close enough to notice its eyes flaring in red. Upon getting a better look, you stop dead in your tracks. It isn't just any shade of red. Three black tomoe stare back at you from within the crimson. Your heartrate picks up. Wait, you thought the Uchiha clan was… Oh no, this can't be good. You hope that this has nothing to do with you. First, you're going to skeddadle out of here. The faster, the better. You turn on your heel and walk away as calmly as your increasingly frantic thoughts allow.
You don't know for how long you speed-walk, drowning in your own thoughts, but eventually you collide with someone. Strong hands catch you by the shoulders before you can fall. You grip a black robe adorned with red clouds as you steady yourself. The wind lifts the white cloth hanging from the stranger's straw hat just enough for you to glimpse at a part of his face. Despite the ominous cloak and straw hat, his expression is benevolent and he looks at you with concern.
"Be careful," he says.
You awkwardly nod and mutter a polite apology. He begins to walk past you, but you catch his sleeve.
"Don't go there. It's dangerous," you warn him. You're sure that he isn't from Konoha, not with that garb. This tourist doesn't know what he's getting himself into. If it really was a Sharingan eye then the entire street is dangerous.
He simply looks toward the street, then turns back to you. "… Thank you. But I'll be fine."
You stare at him, furrowing your eyebrows. He gives you a small nod, whether encouraging or reassuring, you can't say. "You should head home before it gets dark."
As he walks away, the crow silently spreads its wings and gracefully lands on his shoulder. A single black feather drifts through the air before settling at your feet. You bend down and pick it up. When you look up again, the stranger is already gone, as if he'd been familiar with the streets of Konoha all along.
────» Nagato.
Amegakure has a habit of ruining your outings. Nagato doesn't seem to mind the constant rain (more truthfully, he's just used to it). You, on the other hand, are less enthusiastic about returning home with soaked sleeves every single time the two of you decide to go for a walk.
Today, however, you make an exception. The rain falls in a gentle drizzle instead of its usual relentless downpour, and the clouds are thin enough to let sunlight slip through every now and then, painting the damp soil in gold. If nothing else, it's beautiful.
You walk slowly, taking a detour through a path overseeing a meadow. Raindrops patter softly against the paper umbrella Nagato carries overhead, shielding both of you from the drizzle. Neither of you feels the need to fill the silence, until, after a while, Nagato abruptly stops.
"Please, just wait a moment."
Before you can ask what he means, he gently places the umbrella in your hands.
You tilt your head to the side, intrigued. Then you watch as he hurries a few steps away and crouches beside a small cluster of crimson wildflowers. After carefully inspecting them, he plucks a single blossom before hurrying back to you.
At first, you don't even look at the flower. Your attention is entirely stolen by him. His long red hair frames his face almost perfectly against the blossom in his hand. And somehow his cheeks have become nearly the same shade. You watch the gradual shift. First pink. Then red. Given another minute, he's probably going to turn into a strawberry.
A giggle escapes before you can stop it. "Red suits you."
Nagato immediately averts his eyes. "…Oh."
His fingers tighten ever so slightly around the stem. "I… um…"
He glances toward you. Then away again. "I thought… that it would suit you more."
The words come out so quietly you almost miss them beneath the sound of the rain. Carefully, he reaches up and tucks the flower behind your ear. His fingertips barely brush against your hair before he quickly withdraws his hand.
When he finally looks at you again, a small, shy smile appears on his face. You smile back.
Just because he's usually quiet, doesn't mean he's all that difficult to read. You have a sneaking suspicion you know exactly where this idea came from. Konan has always liked flowers. Somewhere along the way, he'd noticed. And somewhere along the way, he'd quietly decided that perhaps… you might like them too.
────» Deidara.
Your place is quiet. Too quiet. Way, way too quiet for a residence that happens to be hosting Deidara.
At first, you think he might have left without telling you. That would be worrying. But then you hear it. A faint rustle from deeper inside the house. Curious, you move through the rooms until you find the source. Yep, Deidara is still here. He doesn't leave unnanounced the same way he doesn't enter unannounced.
He's seated comfortably, and his hands are busy shaping something small and delicate out of clay. You glance over his shoulder. It looks like a small animal. Your favorite one, actually. Cute. You tilt your head, trying to get a better look… And with that, his hands clasp shut around it.
"Don't laugh," he mutters.
You blink. "Why would I laugh?"
"Because… well…" His ears turn faintly red. "I was making it for you, hm!"
For you, huh… You press your finger to your chin, envisioning it: a small clay figurine detonating into a massive explosion off the edge of a cliff. Boom. Beautiful. Art. You're captivated. This is definitely a gift you can appreciate. You nod frantically with the wisdom of a thousand sages. Yes. You understand completely. Art is an explosion. And clearly, this is a deeply important creative process you have just stumbled into.
You lean in slightly. Deidara doesn't move away. Neither of you breaks eye contact (neither of you dares).
"Deidara, you and me," you say, voice seeped with intensity as you pause for the dramatic effect, "let's go. Let's explode it."
Deidara's mouth, the upper one, opens in surprise. "Get out of my head."
You smirk. "I have a beautiful place in mind."
You end the sentence on a high note. As if he'd heard the most beautiful melody in the world (which your voice already is, but this time it's somehow even more beautiful than that), Deidara's eyes widen, his breath catches, and he clutches his chest dramatically.
"Now we're talking!"
Finally. Someone who understands him. True art appreciation at last.
────» Sasori.
You open your eyes slowly, still caught in the haze of sleep. For a moment, you don’t move. Sasori's brown pupils stare directly at you, so close that if he breathed, his breath would be tickling your nose. You instinctively pull back.
He doesn't sleep, but he does sometimes stay with you throughout the night. You're used to that, you just… don’t usually wake up to find him /this/ close.
"…What are you thinking?" you ask at last.
He sits up, not breaking eye contact.
"I was evaluating you," he explains.
Of course. He was inspecting you like a marketable good. Sasori, as always, isn't all that interested in this 'social etiquette' thing you sometimes mention. You’re used to it by now, but his peculiarity still interests you.
"…Why?"
Before answering, his hand lifts and his fingers brush your cheek with careful precision. The touch is gentle, but it lacks warmth and softness.
"I want to remember you well," he says. "Every detail. So nothing is lost."
You study him in silence and you understand. When you look at him, and see his blemishless form, youthful face, and red as vermilion hair that will never gray, you really understand. For all his accomplishments and for everything that makes you favor him (not love, neither of you would ever use the word love), he does have a terrible weakness.
He can't cope with impermanence, and you know that sooner or later, he'll attempt to immortalize you, too. He's an impatient man, but in the end, he knows he has an eternity to act. So he bides his time. Not yet. Not while you're still here. Not while you're still so vibrant and beautiful. But eventually… he will try.
You wonder, not for the first time, how long he’s been preparing for that possibility already.
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Hey everyone! Long time no sees. I got super inspired lately and quickly made this snippet for Tsunade!Daughter AU. It the aftermath following Itachi's death. Lett me know if you all like also tried something a little different!
There was no purpose to (Y/N)’s life. There was a gaping black hole sucking out the will to move on from such grief. Although Itachi had left them the product of their love. Just thinking about their child in their womb made her nauseous and a wave of shame washing over after all has a mother ever hated their own child before. A child that is so loved yet so hated as to be reminded of who they came from. She didn't deserve to be a mother, because how can a mother hate something that grew inside of them and was a product of a love that never had the chance to bloom and grow old like trees of the Nara Family or have a history as deep as their own Senju clan.
It had been days since Itachi’s death and (Y/N) had locked themselves within their cottage outside of Konoha village. She had sat in the same spot since Tenzo had helped her back from the Sasuke rescue mission. The blinds refuse to allow any light to disturb the grief of their master. Many people had tried to visit, but their visits were unanswered. The piles of rotting food outside their door show the care of the village, yet all she can see is those sharingan eyes staring back at her as she uses all her chakra to try to revive her lifeline to the world. Those lifeless eyes haunt her in waking hours and in sleep when finally decides to offer an escape to the hellscape they no longer must go through alone. The growl in the stomach and the subtle piercing pain in their head remind them that they are alive whilst Itachi is not. She has been able to have a morsel of bread or broth for it only stays in their body for a little while before making its way but up their throat leaving a burning sensation in its wake. It is as if the child in their womb is also grieving and refuses to take nutrients.
The door slams open, not allowing (Y/N) to even refuse whoever has entered. She turns her head to the door to see her mother standing there along with Sakura who gasps in shock at the state of the cottage and its master. Eyes practically lifeless, holding no meaning or will to live behind them. Cheeks hollowed and deep bags under the eyes. Their lips are so dried that when she goes to speak the cracks allow blood to slowly fill the crack like mortar. She goes to speak but nothing of a croak comes out. It is pitiful, the state that they are in.(Y/N)’s hair clumped and matted from not washing or brushing to keep herself looking put together. It is shameful how they had to get to this state. Tsunade understands the state she is in, afterall when Dan died she was no better, but this was worse. She was allowing her child to suffer and the sight broke her heart. She can feel the pain surge forward in a way she thought she would never have to feel again. Tsunade quickly got over the heartbreak and slowly walked up to her daughter. Her daughter stared up at her reminding her of when (Y/N) was young and they would run up to her after the tiniest scratch with tears in their eyes. She pulled her hand back and snapped it forward across her daughter's cheek. The sting in her hand is not really fading as this is the first time she has ever put a hand on her. The red print practically tattooed across (Y/N)’s cheek gives them the reminder that she is alive and Itachi is not.
Another lovely request I’m so glad I get to fulfill!
“uhh, would you be okay with a scenario where itachi has to bodyguard reader who has a...idk. secret power that is being kept classified or something idk. or maybeeee...hmm...maybe reader is a really powerful healer, but in exchange they themselves are really fragile/ill/in pain all the time...” @ihearasong
Absolutely! So this idea has got me thinking of something medieval, a princess/knight AU of some sort but make it emotional and almost angsty.
Itachi has been your personal knight for as long as you could remember. He was selected on your 15th birthday, a young man from a noble clan that did not want to have the crown, instead, he would have rather protected it, and that’s where he protected you.
Not much older than you, Itachi was always by your side even when you didn’t want him to be there at first. He was there for suitors, meetings, doctor appointments that kept building up more and more. The older you got, the more your own blood was killing you. Your family knew you would eventually run out of time, your only use was to bring an heir, so they tried their hardest to marry you off, the issue was who they wanted you to be with.
You were a princess of the Otsutsuki Clan, one of the oldest clans to be on this Earth, never meant to really live among mortals but here you were, all because your great grandmother caught the eye of a moon deity. When you were born, the chakra that you possessed were far too great for your young body to handle and everyone in your family knew it. Hell, it took your mother the moment you popped out, not that the kingdom despised you. They just knew you would be great and powerful, but that ideology went downhill the moment you turned 13. The signs that you were not capable to wielding your strength were shown when you went sparing with Itachi in the courtyard.
Who told you to play with him in that manner? Your nose was bleeding when he was done using his sharingan to spar with you, and he was so badly injured he had to wear gauze to heal his eyes for weeks. You had ruined him, but yourself far worse, and you’ve been careful with the use of the rennigan since.
Now in your early twenties, all you ever did was make heavy decisions for your country, and await the day a good man would come and become your husband, when you eventually turn into the queen. And coronation day was just around the corner.
In his armor, Itachi walked the halls to your bedroom with slow steady steps. He had a message for you, but he wasn’t sure how you were going to take it, or if he even wanted to give it to you. Every time he’s sent to give you some letter of proposal it’s sickened him, but what can he do besides scowl. He chose this life for himself, he wanted to be a knight and he didn’t want to rule, because if he had just stuck to the life his parents were building him, he’d already be a prince. Maybe even your prince.
Itachi hesitated to knock on your door, listening intently to the fit of cough that echoed through the room. He didn’t want to give you this letter, especially not now. Not when you’ve gotten worse. They were treating you like livestock, and a deep part of him wasn’t having it. “Y/n,” he called your name, but he wasn’t supposed to do that. Your head was already up, eyes pinned at the door, you didn’t have it in you to call to him to come inside. Biting your lip, you slowly tried to get out of bed, “yeah?”
Itachi heard it in your voice. He knew you definitely didn’t wake up on the right side of the bed this morning. “A letter for you,” he tried to be normal about it regardless. If you saw him panic you would surely let go of your brave stature and crumble, and he never wanted to see you in such a state. You took too long to answer, he attempted to push the door in when you finally responded and said, “come in.” Itachi felt relief. When he entered the room he didn’t look at you right away, in case you were not properly clothed. He ran his hand up to his helmet to remove it fully, long black hair flowing over his shoulders as he kept his eyes bowed, his pretty lashes battering close.
“Are you dressed?” “Now you know even if I were not, there is nothing to see.” You teased, referencing to your flat chest. Itachi tries not look, the thoughts made him blush but he had to hold back any and all comments, instead he looked up and closed the door behind him, walked over to you and handed the letter in such a robotic way. You took the letter, smiling and seeing the familiar stamp of the Sungakure Kingdom. This letter could mean two things from your friendly allies, something political, or something romantic, which would still tie to politics but you get the point!
“I’ll read it later,” you tell him, e/c eyes meeting his black ones. Itachi looked away first so you couldn’t see the pain in them, instead gathering all his emotional strength to hold your hand and help you to your feet, walking you carefully to your bathroom. “You treat me like I am yours,” you whispered, knowing that the walls had ears and eyes. Like clockwork servants flooded into your room and the bath, removing your clothes in front of him, so he had to turn his back. “You are my princess, it’s my duty to care for you.” He responds like a trained dog, head down as the maids washed you carefully, and you remain silent, not wanting them to hear a peep of your conversation.
When your bath was done, and you were all dressed, your breakfast was served at your small table. One handmaid tasted every meal that had served you before you ate, making sure it was not poisoned. It was only protocol, your life was not nearly in any danger as you were beloved by your people, and if you had enemies they would be dead already. Itachi would’ve already made sure of that.
He remained by your side while you ate, ever silent, and when you were done you looked to him with large eyes so he could take your hand and walk you through the gardens, a routine you wanted to keep pushing for as long as you could still move your legs. You dismiss your servants, when you get there, hands tightly locked around Itachi’s to let them know you’d be alright, and without hesitation they left you with your knight.
You threaded the healthy wet grass with grace, flowy f/c dress touching every blade while your eyes trailed the variety of flowers your gardeners spent years tending to. Tapping his exposed hand gently you captured his attention, Itachi looked down at you when you made him pause the walk, a tightness in his throat when you opened the letter from earlier. “You don’t treat me like I am your princess, Itachi,” you tell him when you opened the letter, allowing silence to speak for the rest of your emotions, and not allowing him to defend himself. “Ah, this is from Prince Gaara,” you find a bench to sit, carefully reading some parts of the letter out loud to him, “he says hi…and he requests…there it is. My hand in marriage.”
Itachi’s eyes flick to the letter, but he forces himself to not react once more. F**k. Gaara was one prince of good nature you’d actually marry, unlike the many men you had rejected, and that wasn’t exactly great for Uchiha. You definitely deserved it, a good man that would care for you until the end, and that’s what Gaara would provide. You smiled so brightly at him as you set the letter down slowly to your side, e/c eyes on the tin shoes he wore. “You’re not gonna say anything?” You asked, reaching for his hand. Itachi remained still, “…no.”
It made you laugh a bit, getting on your feet so you could continue your walk. “I wish you would say something,” you quietly say, a heavy gust of wind comes from the west ruffling your short curls/waves. You reach up to touch your hair, flattening it before you proceeded to keep walking, when the pebbles started shaking. You hum, bending down and picking up a single one, “the ground’s shaking.” You tell him, shrugging and putting the pebble back down, but by the time you’re upright again you’re surrounded by you knights that didn’t wear your kingdom’s armor, and Itachi already has his sword drawn.
You were never one for conflict and you’ve hardly been in danger before, this might be the first time you’ve been so exposed, you don’t even know how to react. The first thing you attempted to do was to calm them down as if they were your loyal subjects, hands raised thinking they would let their guards down. “What is it that you want?” You question, voice unwavering and walking closer. The closest knight shifts, then he lowers his sword a bit, “we have orders to kill you princess.” You laugh, actually laugh in their faces, stepping back and catching your breath.
“Kill me?! I’m going to be Queen in three moons, and you want to do what? Who gave the order?” You regain composure, eyes darkening and tilting your head. The leader seemed thrown off, gripping his sword again once more becoming defensive. He didn’t say. His silence made you smile once more, looking into Itachi’s eyes as they slowly shifted red, his mangekyu was already activated. “Itachi.” “Your highness.” He didn’t hesitate, sword becoming engulfed in black flames when he struck each of them down one by one, the only knight left standing was the leader.
Itachi had his sword to his neck as the knight had his own weapon lodged into the Uchiha’s thigh, it had broken his armor and left the man injured and vulnerable. Itachi hissed when the sword cut deeper, but he kept pushing, knocking the man to the chin with his elbow so he lost his balance, and once he fell over Itachi laid his knee deep into his neck. The man squirmed, coughing and yelling nonsense when Itachi pressed his sword closer to his eye, the tip kissing his iris causing blood to run.
“Who sent you?” Itachi asked cold blooded, twisting the sword and listening to the man’s scream of agony. “Who?” He asked again, hair falling in his face when he saw the man open his mouth to say something. “Lord… Toneri…” He coughed. Both you and Itachi were shocked, looking at each other with concern in both of your eyes, before he pushed the sword straight through the knight’s eye, out the other end. Itachi got off, wiping the blood off on a piece of cloth, wincing when he turned to check on your well being.
“Your cousin?” He questioned, grunting while he removed the bottom piece of his armor, “that’s not very family friendly,” he didn’t laugh. You walked over, placing your hand on his plated chest when he fell at last, not expecting to be on his knees. “Itachi?” You run your hand through his hair before you reached down to his thigh, completely ignoring the fact that your own blood wanted you dead. Immediately he smacked your hand away, closing his eyes tightly and trying not to make another sound. You look at the cut, it was deep, and went from bright red to a dark purple in just seconds. You look back at his pained face, panic in your heart but your face removed neutral.
“You’re poisoned,” you told him, reaching your hand back to his thigh. Itachi attempted to grab your wrist but you pushed his hand into his chest, fury in your eyes when you shut his actions down, “are you going to defile your princess?” Itachi paused, averting his eyes and dropping his hands to his side, finally allowing you access. With deep concentration, your rennigan was once more activated after years of no use, and you begin to heal him. Bright blue chakra surges appear around your hand as you press against his thigh, your head bowed and your breathing slowed. The cut began to revert, completely healing with just a scar left behind, as if he was injured months ago.
You don’t realize how weak you’ve gotten just from that, unconsciously slumped over into his arms, Itachi held you close, trying not to do anything stupid. “That was stupid of you,” he rasped, watching your small shoulders rise and fall with every breath, trying to stabilize yourself. He reached for your chin, turning you gently so he could look at you, hurt in his heart to see the blood that ran down your eyes. This was new. You cough harshly, covering your mouth and turning your face so he didn’t see. “I’m fine,” “you’re not.” He got up and grabbed your hand gently, reaching down and lifting you bridal style to walk you back to your room.
“Your cousin is after your head and you just healed me, you’re beyond fine y/n.” His eyes scan the entire area, walking briskly to your room and holding you closer. Your coughing doesn’t make him feel any better, looking down at you feeling so much guilt. “I shouldn’t have gotten injured,” “oh shut up,” you whispered, leaning your head on his chest, “be grateful that you’re alive as I am. Your life means more to me than you may think.” The way his body went stiff, you knew he was avoiding the topic you were attempting to bring up. Itachi briskly passes some other knights, telling them of the bodies in the yard, almost to your room.
“Thank you for your kindness your highness.” You smack his chest to scold him, putting up a guard on his heart when you were in such a critical condition wasn’t making this confession any better. “I’m serious Ita,” you say his childhood nickname, reaching for his face when he got closer to your door. Itachi was tearing up. Why did it feel like you were dying?
He rests you on your bed and removes his armor, knowing you’d want warmth right now since your hand felt so cold. “I will call the doctor—” “I don’t need one right now,” you sit up as best as you could, eyes no longer rennigan, but a clear lavender with no pupils, much like a Hyūga’s. You reach for his face again, still you smiled. “Your eyes,” Itachi rasps, touching your own face gently, “they’re white. I’m calling someone—“ “Please.” You whisper, tears perked in your eyes. “Please don’t go Ita…” he hesitated, of course he didn’t want to leave you.
He forced himself next to your bed, sitting there as you leaned your head on his chest, running your fingers in his hair. “Y/n, if I don’t get help. I don’t know what will happen to you.” He watches as you pulled yourself off of him and reach for his face, pulling him in and rubbing your lips against his nose and eye. Itachi stilled, gripping your sheets and closing his eyes tightly. “You can’t,” he whispered, steadying his breathing when you touched his lips, he could hear the smile in your tone. “This will dishonor you, y/n–“ “I don’t care,” you cut him off, pressing your lips to his in a deep, sensual kiss. And as much as he denied you the kiss, he returned it just as quickly, his hands resting on your sides when you tilted your head and pressed deeper, chest to chest, even when he ran his fingers on your finger waves.
He wanted more, knew that he shouldn’t have to, but the desire was too strong. He closed the space between you, hovering over you, moving his lips to your jaw and then your neck. He felt your body shudder beneath him, tears streaming down his face when he brought his lips back to your own. Your fingers curl around his shirt pulling him down, forcing him to lay in your bed as you kept moving your lips to his. His tears mixed with the blood on your face, dripping on to the bed and messing up your pretty dress. He suddenly felt your body grow limp in his arms and pulled away from your lips to see your eyes wide open, staring off with deep red stains on your cheek.
Itachi felt his breath hitch, knowing that look. He bit his hiccups back, reaching down and lifting you up and into his arms to bury his head in your shoulder as he held you. Whispering how much he loved you, and regretting that he never got to actually tell you those words.
Synopsis: [Name] and Sasuke were highschool sweethearts and big influence on each other's teenage and young adult years. However, with life experiences and obstacles getting in the way, their relationship break-up was inevitable.
Seeing his baby brother lose the sparkle and innocence of his youth, and become a stoic and emotionally-constipated adult instead due to his break-up, Itachi is determined to do whatever it takes to give Sasuke his happiness back, even if it means using under-handed ways to convince his ex to go back to him.
Pairing: Yandere! Sasuke x Medical Student Fem! Reader
Warning: Modern AU, yandere content (implied coercion), a side of Uchiha brothers being assholes together. This deals with themes and implications that can be uncomfortable or triggering to read. Read at your own risk. This work is purely fictional, I do not condone this behaviour irl. By clicking 'read more', you are consenting to read this at your discretion. No beta - we die like men!
You had dated Sasuke since both of you were fifteen-years old and been together for well over a decade. You two had triumphed over the high and lows of highschool, especially football, experiences together. When emotions and sensitivity were at their peak during adolescent ears, you two were each other's anchors.
Then, after highschool and through university, as old and new companions drifted in and out of your lives, the sad good-byes, and during the harder times when your parents went through a chronic illness diagnosis, Sasuke was always there for you. For him, during the times when he experienced his own family challenges, you were always the person he could be honest and vulnerable with, who knew everything about him. If anything, you were basically a part of his family since he loved you so much and his parents adored you.
However, as perfect as you two were together, every relationship is susceptible to challenges - yours being no exception. It was a mixture of stress from starting your careers - you were a physician in-training and had to work too many long hour shifts that left you with no time but to catch up on your sleep; Sasuke was pursuing his career in finance in the Big 4. This meant that as a bottom-feeder employee, he was also a victim of exploitive long working hours without pay that left him with little time as well. Eventually, you two barely spent any time together, and the time that was spent together, was preoccupied with fights and arguments about previously built-up issues.
Sasuke did not cope well with the change of barely seeing you. He was angry and resentful of your neglect towards him and your relationship. Rather than acknowledging that you were both in the same boat and contributed to the challenges you were encountering, he decided to inflict the blame you; he felt indignant because you wouldn't just do what he wanted. His solution to this dilemma was that you should quit your career and simply stay at home so he could support you, and you would finally have time for him. It also made the most sense since it was about time where you two would be getting married, and marriage meant potential kids, for which you would have to stay home for anyway. Well, that was his timeline and assumptions and what he wanted for you.
You were tired of it - his emotional volatility, increased emotional taxamony and burden this relationship required from you, and always being blamed for everything that went wrong. Hence, it happened - the breakup.
You were frustrated from his proposed and unjust solution because why did you have to give up your career goals? Especially since you were just starting to progress through your medical placements, and you had already gone through the most difficult and cut-throat part of your degree. His solution offered no compromise from him and required all the sacrifice from you. His plans and timeline for the future had been decided on his own, but he hadn't even asked for your input. Since the start of your relationship, there had been multiple times when Sasuke's jealousy, clingyness, and possessiveness had posed a big issue; however, it had reached a boiling point with this argument. He put all the blame and responsibility on you, rather than sharing the burden to formulate a solution together, that could address the root of the problem.
It had come as a shock to everyone - your circle of friends, family, and Sasuke's family as well. They were all saddened by the news and tried to mediate and get you two back together. However, Sasuke was prideful and stubborn. Especially, feeling deeply hurt with the fact that you just gave up on him and betrayed his trust. Accordingly, he refused to acknowledge his mistakes and apologise to aid smooth things over. Since he refused to budge, you did as well. Being with Sasuke for so long, you were just as prideful, and the fact that he wouldn't even apologise or acknowledge his contribution to the issue was the biggest deal breaker for you.
So now, three months later, Sasuke continued as he was: working himself to death in his soul-sucking corporate job, refusing to think about any of his feelings and hurt, and repressing all of it as it morphed into anger. Rather than being his cocky and mischievous self, he was now stoic and brutal in his interactions with everyone. In contrast, you felt lighter, as if a huge burden had been lifted off your shoulders. There was no looming anxiety, no walking on egg shells, and no tightness in your chest. You just focused on your work, and rest, and actually had free time to enjoy some hobbies that you liked.
Well, there had been no anxiety or lingering concerns until the start of your next medical placement. You were designated to the psych ward, and the experienced psychiatrist Dr. Itachi Uchiha, your ex's older brother, who you knew cared a lot about Sasuke and probably didn't like you for breaking his heart, was your supervisor.
Sweat built up at the back of your neck due to nervousness, and you felt a little too warm under your thick wool cardigan. Familiar onyx eyes, that were all too similar to Sasuke's, stared at you without any emotions or indication of thoughts forming behind them. Itachi raised an eyebrow as you sat before him in a meeting you had requested prior to starting your placement under him, but all you had done so far, was tap your nails against the table's surface continuously - a clear sign that you were on edge. It was very different to your typical confident and out-spoken self that he was more accustomed to.
"So, um, this meeting, I just wanted to clear s-some things up." You began, and Itachi simply stared at you in response, which increased the speed of your heart palpitations.
"I-I hope that, me dating Sasuke and then our break up-"
"A break up that you initiated?" Itachi said, cutting you off.
A vein of anger popped on your forehead; however, due to the nature of the professional setting, and the fact that the trajectory of your career was going to be heavily influenced by Itachi for the next few months, helped you to refrain the brutality of your words.
"Yes, a break-up that I initiated," You murmured, narrowing your eyes at Itachi. "But a break-up that we both played a part in," You corrected, before continuing. "Won't influence how you treat me and grade me during my next medical practicum with you. I hope that our past won't influence our professionalism."
A few seconds passed and Itachi continued to just stare at you. Then, he scoffed.
"Very bold and insulting of you [Name] to demand professionalism from me when you're implying that I won't treat you fairly in the first place just because you broke my brother's heart. You're making assumptions about my work ethic and engagement towards you when you haven't even started working here yet." Itachi stated simply. Then, he redirected the conversation on you. "Isn't that a lack of professionalism from you?"
Butterflies fluttered in your stomach and you felt the build-up of painful bubbling in your rib-cage that you typically experienced when your nerves were starting to escalate into anxiety. Now, you regretted even starting this conversation, and listening to your gut over your brain. Something in your gut had felt like something horrible was going occur during your placements due to your conflict of interest with the Uchiha. However, you brain had warned you to keep your mouth shut and not create problems before there were even concerns to address, because confronting Sasuke and challenging him was one thing, but being confrontational with Itachi, who was a renounced genius and even more cunning to boot, was another league on its own. You were never going to win a battle of wits against him, and now felt flustered and silly for even initiating this conversation, despite how viable your concerns were. Still, you did your best to advocate for yourself.
“I just meant that-“ You started, however, once more, Itachi cut you off.
“My question was rhetorical and an opportunity for you to backtrack [Name], not double down on arguing with me. What is the slang that your age group states? Ah yes, taking the ‘L’. I suggest you do this and stop wasting my time further, unless you wish for career suicide. I will let this pass for old time’s sake, but if you behave like this in front of others during your training, whether it is with me or another senior physician, you’ll be fired on the spot. I highly recommend that you take my advise seriously and make a smart decision for once.” Itachi said condescendingly.
Shoulders hunched, and your head hanging low in shame, you nodded meekly, and left his office.
Three months of your placement under Itachi had bypassed, and contrary to your worries, everything had gone smoothly. Although he was definetly curt and distant in all of your interactions with him, his demeanour remained professional and he actually taught you more than any of your previous supervisors. The constant aches from tension in your neck and shoulders was beginning to settle as the end of your placement and your final evaluation approached. To discuss what was going to happen and what you needed to do to prepare for it, you currently sat in Itachi’s consultation room after hours from your entire day shift, and most people had left by now.
“You have a great track record so far [Name], excellent grades and glowing reviews from your previous internships.” Itachi stated the fact, and you nodded, smiling in pride at the achievements from your hard work paying off.
“Yes! And I would love to continue on this track so I’m hoping to get your advise on what I can do to improve and give my best performance,” You added, a frevor eager to please evident in your voice.
Itachi hummed to himself as his eyes closely observed your documentation and flicked through it. Then, his gaze flicked to you and he observed you closely for passing seconds that felt like hours too long, as if he was deeply contemplating what feedback to provide. It took him a few minutes to gather his thoughts, a few minutes of heavy silence that made the fluttering butterflies return in the pit of your stomach, but you simply ignored them. They had been there multiple times before and nothing related to your concerns had ever taken place - nothing was going to happen now either, so it was just your gut being overly anxious and frightful of bad things occurring, like it usually did.
“You’re self-reflective and open to feedback. You take accountability where you feel is justified and improve where you think is viable. You have a good head on your shoulders, that has certainly become apparent to me during our time together. My brother is an idiot and too prideful, even now, to simply apologise to you and fix things despite how much he misses you,” Itachi began. The mention of Sasuke made your heart drop to your stomach, because in the entire last three months, he had never been mentioned. In fact, Itachi made sure you were roastered in shifts where you would not have to encounter Sasuke, which you were immensely grateful for. Hence, the current direction of the conversation was concerning for you. You didn’t want to discuss your ex.
“I-I appreciate your feedback. I would like to just discuss my performance-“
“I’m getting to that, don’t interrupt me [Name], we’ve discussed this before.” Itachi reminded you, his tone clipped.
“Regardless of how foolish my little brother is, I still care about him and his happiness. So, I think this is an opportunity we can both benefit from. I’d like you to get back with my brother and in exchange, I will give you the perfect evaluation.” Itachi said, as if he was simply describing the weather. The flutter of anxious butterflies you felt before returned tenfold - you felt like something heavy was lodged in your throat and was cutting off your oxygen, and your legs started to feel shaky.
“Y-You’re joking right?!” You exclaimed in disbelief. However, as time passed, there was no response from Itachi or hints of a joke in his face.
“You can’t be serious, this is completely unethical! I’m going to report you for this,” You defended yourself.
Itachi sighed heavily, as if he was exhausted from having to deal with children. “You and Sasuke are both as stubborn and tiring as each other to talk to. But you won’t be doing anything like that. I'm an established clinician with a reputable reputation, and you’re just a junior. But I suppose maybe Sasuke can be more persuasive than I am since he can seduce you.”
“What do you mean Sasuke-“ Immediately, you received the answer to your question; the door to Itachi’s consultation office opened, and in all his glory, tall and longer hair framing his face, with heavier and darker eyebags under his eyelids than you’d ever seen before, and a cold and calculative look that he had never regarded you with, Sasuke walked in. He closed and locked the door behind him, before he walked closer, and nonchalantly, hopped on the bed that was typically for patients to lie on, and sat on it with his feet settled on the wooden floor, gazing at you and Itachi with a feigned bored look. However, knowing him for so many years, you could see the mix of yearning, but also the resentment he held for you for abandoning him, etched in his dark obsidian eyes.
Your heart-beat sped up so much that it felt like it was going to jump out of your chest. Slowly but surely, it dawned upon on you that both of the brothers had planned this together. In the war of wits, you could hold on your against Sasuke, but definitely not Itachi - so, both of them together? You weren’t going to win, that was evident. So, like a prey that’s cornered, who can only choose between flight or fight and had no chances of surviving the latter, you chose flight. As fast as you could, you were on your feet and running towards the door in hopes of unlocking it and fleeing. But your efforts remained fruitless, because the moment you had tried to run, Itachi had been on you instantly; his strong arms wrapped around your waist to cage you, and his grip tightened so you couldn’t even try to wiggle out of his grasp.
You tried to shriek and scream in hopes that someone would hear you, but at this point in time, Sasuke had walked towards you and put his hand over your mouth to silence you. So, with Itachi’s arms caging you in, and Sasuke’s one hand silencing you, while he brushed his fingers on the side of your face longingly with his other hand, you were effectively trapped.
The fear kicked in and you started to shake like a leaf.
“You don’t need to be scared. As long as you make my brother happy, and depending on how happy you make him, I’ll give you a good evaluation.” Itachi whispered in your ear. Simultaneously, Sasuke brushed a lock of your hair behind your ear.
“I missed you [Name], but I can’t forgive you for how you hurt me. I guess now you understand how pointless our break-up was since your future now relies on me anyway. I know you’re a hardworking and dedicated student, so work hard to give me a good performance. After all, the very career you abandoned for me, depends on it.” Sasuke hissed venomously, before he removed his hand from your mouth, and forced his lips on yours.
